No More

There was nothing I could do. People were screaming for me to do something. I couldn’t. I was 18 years old, it was my first EMS call, I was just out of school. Two thirteen-year-old boys got into their parents gun cabinet. I looked at my partner, panicking, I couldn’t think.


He shook his head. I thought it was me, unable to think, but it wasn’t. I still can’t talk for awhile after these tragedies happen. It takes time. It wouldn’t be the last time I saw a similar circumstance. Parents, family, asking God why. I said nothing, I couldn’t.

I knew they would realize keeping the weapons out of the kid’s hands wasn’t wasn’t God’s responsibility, and might never recover. I’ve don’t know a way to keep a weapon in a home, make it available for “protection” while being able to assure it won’t be aimed at someone innocent.

The question… Is the benefit worth the risk? What is worth the risk of putting our kids in front of a gun? No silence. Not again. Use words. Save your own kids, and save us all.

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